This paternity test was for Evelyn Sherman to see for herself.
Chester Yale flipped to the last page of the report, staring at the results, his gaze flickering with myriad colors in his demonic pupils.
For a long while, he just held the report in his hand, motionless.
Regaining his senses, he placed the report on the desktop, stood up, and walked out of the study room.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw the little princess sitting on the luxury leather sofa, happily eating her cake.
Her delicate, carved face still bore a hint of paleness from her recent illness.
Her big, shimmering eyes were like those of a sly little fox; eating cake had brought a smile to her eyes, which were now squinted up.
She was so soft and tender, like a glutinous rice ball.
Chester Yale's tall figure paused at the entrance of the stairs, watching the little princess in the living room.
His dark eyes churned with complex emotions.
